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 "I do!" I yells, "I mean—I don't—I..." Oh Gaw spare me days! When you argue wiv a woman she 'as got you either ways! You 'ave to do it in the end; an' so I licks the dirt, An' sez, "Dear, I apolergise. I'm—sorry—if I 'urt." Yes, I'm marri'd to a woman. An' she smiles, an' strokes me 'air, An'—leaves it there.